"Ah! What did you do?!"

"Come here!"

"What happened to the elder!"

"The elder's son killed the elder!"

“…”

The old people in white robes ran away in horror, fearing that Tang Xuan would punch them in the throat. From this we can see that the belief cultivated by the man in red, Willistan, here is very deformed. The believers only care about the gods, not anything else, even if the elders were beaten to death.

Tang Xuan ignored them because the man who was in charge of guarding the altar was coming. The man's spear was too accurate and he killed him dozens of times in the game. If he couldn't finish the work before he came, he would be dead.

Time was tight, so Tang Xuan quickly picked up the small porcelain plate on the table and knocked it hard at the corner of the table.

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of cracking, the porcelain plate cracked apart, revealing a sharp fracture.

Tang Xuan leaned down and cut a piece of paper on the man in red with a porcelain plate. The man in red twitched for a moment, and then a large thigh of red blood gushed out. Tang Xuan dipped his fingers in the blood of the man in red, and drew a vertical pupil on his forehead - Willistan's logo.

Dipping other people's blood to gesture on his forehead is a novel experience. Tang Xuan probably drew it very wrongly, but maybe it was luck or destined that he drew it right in one go.

At the moment when the logo was officially formed, Tang Xuan felt his brain buzzing, and a sensation of indescribable feeling arises in his heart, as if it was a connection with something.

He raised his hand gently and saw a black mist emerge from his palm, slowly rotating around his body, as if he was smelling his scent.

The ferocious man heard the screams of the old man in white robes, immediately rushed across the corner with his spear and ran anxiously to rescue the man in red. This was the only person who was qualified and knowledgeable to preside over the sacrifice!

However, as soon as he passed the corner, he saw the man in red lying in a pool of blood. He had rich hunting experience and could see at a glance that the man in red was beyond help. He was bleeding so much that the wild boar could not withstand it, let alone a human?

So... the elder is dead!

He was shocked. The elder was dead, who would preside over the sacrifice? No one presided over the sacrifice, how did the gods come? Will the gods think that we deliberately teased Him and blame us?

He recited it twice in his heart: It's over! It's over!

He held the spear tightly and angrily turned his eyes to Tang Xuan who was standing beside the man in red, but was surprised to find that Tang Xuan was surrounded by an unknown black mist full of strange aura.

This black fog is...

Tang Xuan turned around slowly and showed the vertical pupil pattern painted with blood on his forehead to the man. Not only did he not panic at all, his expression was even very serious. He ordered in an unrefutable tone: "The god has blessed me and decided to let me preside over this sacrifice. Go and ask them to bring the livestock up."

The murderer who killed the elder, who was still stained with blood, gave orders to the guards who protected the elder. This scene was extremely inconsistent. But the man stared at the black fog on Tang Xuan's body and turned around and left without saying anything.

Everyone in the village is a fanatical believer. Influenced by the gods they believe in, they become extremely evil. For them, only the god Willistan is irreplaceable. As for the elders? They don’t care about the elders’ life or death. They just need someone to continue to preside over the sacrifice.

In the eyes of men, Tang Xuan was surrounded by black fog, and he was obviously favored by the gods, and Tang Xuan took the initiative to preside over the sacrifice. In this case, he had no choice but to let Tang Xuan hold the sacrifice instead of the elders.

However, he would never know that the gods they believed in were actually elders who fell in pools of blood, and Tang Xuan, who seemed to be favored by the gods, was a thug who killed the gods.

After the man left, Tang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although everything happened was the same as in the game, the game was a game, and reality was reality, and the two could not be confused. If the man rushed up and stabbed him to death without saying anything, no matter how powerful he was, he could only play GG obediently.

Fortunately, he didn't, so the most dangerous link was successfully passed. Next, just pretend to go up and recite a few words, and [Xigu] will be born.

Although he didn't know the specific principle of stealing divine power, when he was in the process of closely related to the birth of [Jigu], he probably would have his own power to play a role, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Tang Xuan listened quietly to the movements on the altar. When he heard the sound of the livestock struggling, he knew that it was time to appear. He bent down and pulled out the knife from the waist of the man in red. At this time, the man in red had completely lost his life.

In a silence, he strode to the altar, and the black mist sets him off like a devil. He stood in the center and raised his arms and shouted, "Willistan's believers!"

"Today is the last sacrifice!"

"The great god Willistan will recover from his long sleep!"

"And you!"

"Awaken the great god!"

“Eternal life will be obtained in the land that God cares about!”

Tang Xuan paused here for a moment. For him from later generations, this statement was really shameful. He took a deep breath and continued, "Willistan is His name! The vertical pupils under the fog are His symbols! Let us complete this sacrifice! Summon the great god Willistan to come!"

These lines should have been spoken by the man in red, but when the believers saw the black fog surrounding Tang Xuan, they not only did not show any doubts, but instead became even more fanatical.

What is black fog?

miracle!

They saw the miracles with their own eyes, and that God was telling them in this way that He liked their dedication, and what else could be more glorious than this?

The believers shouted wildly: "Willistan!!!"

Tang Xuan held a knife and killed the animals one by one, and finally cut his palms open. His blood mixed with the animals' blood flowed into the chute in front of the altar, flowing slowly between the delicate lines, gradually outlining a lifelike vertical pupil that exudes the aura of evil.

The clouds in the sky also flow with the flow of blood. The clouds are pressing lower and darker, and at the moment when the vertical pupils are formed, a gap emitting scarlet light appears in the middle of the clouds.

"Willistan!"

"Willistan!"

"Willistan!"

The believers shouted hysterically.

call--

The wind blew from the ground, and black fog emerged from nothingness, and it was circling around Tang Xuan happily, like a puppy wagging its tail. As the vertical pupils in the chute became more and more black fog emerged from nothingness, and soon completely wrapped around Tang Xuan's body.

Tang Xuan gradually lost control of his body, and then his consciousness gradually became drowsy until he became completely ignorant.
Chapter completed!